Spoil My Errant Wife

After hanging up on Derek, Christina was absent-minded on the sofa.

It was not until the clock on the wall rang that she suddenly came back to her senses and realized that it was almost midnight.

There were only a few hours left for Christmas.

Christina hoped that time would pass faster.She was in a mess on such a beautiful day.

Looking at others’ celebrations, she would rather today was just an ordinary day.She turned to look at the roses on the coffee table and thought of one thing.

Christina walked out of the room with a basket of roses in her right hand and went straight up the stairs to apartment 502.She stumped closer and closer.She bent down and put the basket of roses in front of apartment 502.

Then she stood up straight and turned around to leave.

"That's right.I should do it this way " Christina thought.

Putting down the basket of roses enigmatically, she turned around and walked away gracefully.

It was Christina's original plan.

Like countless enigmatic figures, she had to be calm and she had to be careful at every step.

Bang - But as soon as she turned around, Christina couldn't help but turn back and kick the door hard.

"I'm not doing that!"

""Bastard!!"

She cursed angrily at the door.

After taking a deep breath and calming down, Christina turned around and went downstairs to apartment 402.

The sound of Christina kicking the door just now was so loud that the residents upstairs and downstairs all came out with fear and looked around nervously.

Only she opened her door without changing her expression and then slammed the door.

It was as if she had worked off her grudged feeling.

Christina had to admit that she really wasn't a calm and farsighted person.

Kicking the door was childish, but she was really upset today, so she had to vent her anger.

If she had met that bastard Patrick just now, She would do more than a kick in the door! Sitting in the small living room and drinking half a cup of warm water, she originally wanted to calm herself down.

She wanted to be calm...

But the ticking sound of the clock became more and more annoying.

During the lively festival, the feeling of the only one in the house was probably called loneliness.

Christina surfed on the Internet for a while and found that WhatsApp was full of pictures of couples showing off their love.

There were also some families who went out to travel happily, she was really envious.

Christina couldn't help sending congratulatory messages to a few friends of her.

Usually, she would neet do such a boring thing, but now she felt that she was too lonely.

to find someone to chat with.In the end,

Crystal and Charles went to have fun

her phones and

a

rude to disturb others

and went to the

planned to take a hot shower in the bathroom and sleep until

the sound of water in the bathroom, misty moisture filled the

stood under the showerhead.She was fair and beautiful, with long black hair down to her waist.She raised her face and let

know how seductive she was when she stood in the glass cubicle to

and

when he came in 402.He leaned against the wall and waited quietly, looking at the woman in the

just taken

was warm and her cheeks were slightly

door of the bathroom

soon as she took a

"You, you pervert!"

rarely panicked in this way, but

naked body..." Patrick glanced

ordinary as he was talking about

large white bath towel

on the

said, Christina became even angrier.She was so angry that she felt blood rush to her head.She pulled off the bath towel on her head and immediately wrapped

in my apartment?" She glared at the man

the shampoo and shower

a big basket of roses.Didn't

teeth and glared at

did you get in!" She asked

out of the small living

the door

are you that pervert

that Patrick was caught with evidence, he couldn't explain

sneak into my apartment

by

"Patrick, I'm asking you!"

let him fool

be sophisticated all day

go without

"It's my habit."

just gave a

"Your habit?"

she clenched her fists, "How did you get in? I want you to

Christina's anger, Patrick was very calm.He seemed not

asked in a lazy voice, "If I

sleep with my own wife at

Christina was shocked.

maybe she had never thought

nose, Patrick went into the kitchen, spooned the porridge she had cooked, sat on her sofa, and began to

really familiar with her

apartment as his own

"Patrick!"